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Post by (Jin) Somnus. on Sept 12, 2009 9:13:04 GMT -5
Or maybe not. The attempt at cheerfulness was a facade attempted, but he simply frowned. He couldn’t force her to the hospital half a world’s length away. "You didn’t go, did you?" He asked curiously, in a calm tone nevertheless. Worried, but he didn’t hide it. No point, anyway. "Keep an eye on your injuries, if they suddenly start bleeding, call the ambulance. Say you’re just recovering from a car accident, and you pulled stitches . . . I think that would be believable."
He glanced out the cab’s door window, watching the familiar buildings pass by. "I slept most of it, but the skyline of New York is beautiful. So is Japan’s when the flight first got altitude. It’s already dark here."
(A few days before he arrives, meanwhile unbeknown to him). The home was a comfortable atmosphere, lazy and drawled by the dimmed lighting and the curtains pulled over the windows to keep away peeking eyes. His home was in a good neighborhood. Slightly upper-class, but only because of his decorated detective badge and his hard work. The wife contributed, but lately not so much. Kids had been spending time with their grandparents more, or family friends. Play-dates were made for them when Cecilia had decided against the desire to cater to them. It was undeniable that they were Jin’s kids, and part of her felt unsettled. Though, they were her kids and her family. She was a lioness protecting her cubs.
Jin was just a Pride lion sprawling about, vanishing in the month’s time - ‘vacation, trouble with his parents,’ recovering from injury - and providing with the pay get on vacation. He dreaded the moment he would have to call her, but he was ignorant of what was unfolding.
An American man of more proud and favored ethnic background had started to show more obvious interest than the nights away dating or meeting up in a hotel room for her. He had visited when the kids were away and charmed Jin’s wife in luxury and charms. Though she kept them hidden away from the world. She was a gossip, a deceptive, and even manipulative woman when she felt neglected or mistreated. In her mind, it was of only her right to be pampered, to be cooed to by her ‘boyfriend.’ The man she shared this affair with.
[ When he's done talking to Sayomi on the phone, I'll take the more lengthy posts to my more decent location for privateness (People would be able to view it).]
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Post by DawgX on Sept 12, 2009 11:58:23 GMT -5
Jiro laid back on his couch and closed his eyes. His mind drifted to Amy, his wife. Back then he had noticed weird things about her before he had killed her. She had developed weird wing shaped eczema on her back. Amy didnt eat food much either and her skin was becoming paler everyday.
One day, he remembered, when he came home and found the house in disarray he became angry. Jiro remembered walking around the house looking for her and found her drinking blood. The body of the plumber she had called days before to fix their backed up sink was laying there dead. Amy had killed another human being.
Amy had lunged at Jiro and almost bit him on the neck but he knocked her away and choked her to death. HE THOUGHT he had killed her. After making up a believeable story to the police, Jiro got out of Tokyo and moved to Osaka to become a teacher...
Jiro opened his eyes and sighed. "Dammit..."
His cellphone went off. It was Sayomi. He read the text and replied back, 'Im fine. Thank you for asking. Arent you in school?'
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Sept 13, 2009 5:50:32 GMT -5
Takao gets up from the bench. It is around the end of the day, but not too late, and school was getting out. The park would soon be filled. He gets up. He focused himself and got himself out of his depressed stupor. He starts to leave the park, and hears a group of boys laughing behind him. The laughing started to die down as the group approached him. Takao starts walking towards an exit. He slowly glances and barely tilting his head. There were 4 more delinquents, in his school uniform. One had a knife, and the others didn't have any visible pieces on them.
Again with the goddamn knife gimmick.
He puts his hands in his pockets. Then his eyes grow wide. NO SUIT, NO WEAPONS. Cold, flop sweat appeared on his brow. He still calmly walks. A pit in his stomach forms. He feels pathetic, useless without the intoxicating power of the weapons he was given.
Shit!!! Not good. Not good.
He walks past a group of young girls, laughing at gossip. He walks by kids playing with their fellow classmates. An old couple were sitting on a public bench. His eyes glanced for exit routes. The laughing continued. As he looked around, seeing all the emotions and bodies filled with life and soul, he remembers the last two hunts with the tons of innocent casualties. He realized that normal humans were just blood filled pinatas. He feels fear.
What am I becoming?
The alien that got away flashed before his eyes and Takao's uneasy-ness eruptes. He sprints full speed. He starts running, but in the opposite of his house. The others give chase. he runs into an alley, and realizes that the gang split up. One went an alley downward, and Takao follow him, and tackles him and hits him as hard as he can. The thug is knocked out. He had a Co2 gas powered 6 shot airsoft pistol with him. Takao takes it.
Better than nothing.
The others find him. He rushes toward other alleyways. It was like running through a maze. The clomps of his shoes echo as he runs further from civilization. He runs past old shops, ready to close, bars, filled with drunks, and all this time, 2 men are chasing him. Takao takes a corner hard and nearly runs into something.
OH FUCK!
He ran past the one armed with the knife, trying to cut him off. Takao keeps sprinting, but he feels so weak and pathetic with out the suit. Day was turning into night. Lights popped out of nowhere, illuminating the dark corners around him. He is exuahsted. He reaches a dead end, and stops to panic and catch his breath. Grippin the immitation pistol, he fires all 6 rounds into the air. He flips the gun over, and prepares for close combat, as the the thugs regrouped and start down the narrow area to the dead end.
Well, all or nothing.
Takao runs immidiatly and pistol whips the first thug, breaking his nose. But the 4, 2 of which are hurt, start closing into him, leaving less and less space.
(Last post until the mission.)
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Post by Sykee on Sept 13, 2009 23:32:53 GMT -5
Sayomi leaned her head against the phone, instead of crossing her arm over her face to hold it to the opposite ear. The young woman was still laying on her side, as she spoke to the detective. However her head was feeling a little woozy, and she clearly was going to escape to sleep soon, even though hunger was making her fight it. "I can't go to the hospital. The yakuza may see me there...but I'm fine. If anything happens, I'll find a doctor. Sayomi smiled into the phone as the Detective spoke about New York. Yes, she was young and wanted to travel, and after dying she had been thinking about her life a lot. Jin speaking of a foreign place was like hanging meat over a hungry dogs nose. It was a big tease. "That sounds really amazing. Take lots and lots of pictures with your phone and sent them to me! Sayomi tried to sound enthusiastic, but she gave a cooning mumble, pain was shooting again. "Good luck with your family, I bet they miss you very very much Jin-san. I'll talk to you later, ya? Saayonara
Sayomi had waited for Jin to hang up, and when he did her arm flopped down. She was tired now. Though when her phone chimed, she retrieved the mobile and peered at the screen. The text, albeit one, was a welcome sight as well. It was nice Jin and Jiro were thinking about her c: 'No, I don't feel good.' Sayomi texted back. 'I can hardly get out of bed. ≧Д≦; So no school for me ´∀`; '
Sayomi was a girl, who loved emote faces.
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Post by (Jin) Somnus. on Sept 14, 2009 7:07:13 GMT -5
Sayomi had inspired a feeling of security and want. The feelings pressed in the back of his mind in the form of worrying, and he smiled a bit to her words to ‘reassure’ him. "Well, alright." His voice showed it, but he wouldn’t press. He knew she was strong, so he hoped. "I can send you a few pictures tomorrow, it’s a bit hard to take some at night - all you’d see would be the lights."He glanced out the window, spotting a familiar landmark close to his home. The smile faded when the thoughts had rushed to him - how would his wife react? "I’ll talk to you later, Hato."[For the rest of this post, go here: Jin's Confrontation. I hope it's not too graphic. *Neck rub.* I write a lot better than this, regarding this topic.]
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Post by DawgX on Sept 14, 2009 13:56:05 GMT -5
(Locking this topic for the mission.)
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